Writer Nigel Tomm have recently outraged me with the news that he’s writing a remix of the central religious text of Islam — The Qur’an, i.e., he’s writing a book which is called The Qur’an Remixed. Nigel Tomm is known for his literary remixes of Shakespeare’s Sonnets, Hamlet and Romeo and Juliet, or his novel The Blah Story, or movies. At author’s website I’ve found an excerpt from his new book and some pictures. Here they are [What do you think about it?]:

The Qur’an Remixed

(an excerpt)

The Opening Remixed

Your name. My name is Allah. He says. He’s praying with a play. Now. Inside his name. He lives. Inside me. I don’t know. I’m listening. To his strange voice. Without words. Lips are speaking. In my eyes. He gives me eyes. I cannot take. Your eyes. I say. He says. You must. I take his eyes. He takes my heart. In slowly motion. Hands are giving hands. Don’t ask me. Why? Please, just don’t. Allah kneels near my shadow. But I can’t see his face. It’s somehow broken. Into reflected peaces. Where are you? He says I’m here.

The original text from The Qur’an: In the name of Allah, the Beneficent, the Merciful. Praise be to Allah, the Cherisher and Sustainer of the Worlds. Most Gracious, Most Merciful. Master of the, Day of Judgment. Thee do we worship, and Thine aid we seek. Show us the straight way. The way of those on whom Thou hast bestowed Thy Grace, Those whose (portion) is not wrath and who go not astray.

The Cow Remixed

Three words. Alif Lam Mim. Are said. I say, ok. I think it’s clear. I mean my answer. It’s ok. Somebody says. Somebody listens. I’m in the middle of the action. It begins. Continues. And ends. I feel it. But can’t repeat. Or imagine, either. When the sound hits my face. I don’t feel. The pain. I see it. Here. Behind my eyes somebody turns up the light. It hurts. I know. Says Allah. Where’s he? I don’t know. Says other man. He is Believer. I’m not. I mean, I don’t. He understands me. I’m ill, says Allah. Believer goes away. I’m staying. For unknown reasons. I can’t tell you everything. But I will try. To understand the god. Allah deletes it. In my thoughts. There are too many places. To hide it. And I’m hiding. Inside myself. Allah asks for the explanation. I say, I don’t have it. He gives me explanation in his hands. Hands are dirty. I feel nausea. He’s laughing. I’m laughing too. Without pure reasons. Our lips are melting in.. {the end of the excerpt}

The original text from the The Qur’an: Alif Lam Mim. This is the Book; in it is guidance sure, without doubt, to those who fear Allah. Who believe in the Unseen, are steadfast in prayer, and spend out of what We have provided for them. And who believe in the Revelation sent to thee, and sent before thy time, and (in their hearts) have the assurance of the Hereafter. They are on (true guidance), from their Lord and it is these who will prosper. As to those who reject Faith, it is the same to them whether thou warn them or do not warn them; they will not believe. Allah hath set a seal on their hearts and on their hearing And on their eyes is a veil; great is the penalty they (incur).